Returning to a Changed Home : Chapter 3
Title: Returning To A Changed Home
Author: i_love_buttons
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Bella (All Human)
All Characters Belong to SM, they're hers and not mine! I'm not taking any credit for her work!
However the plot is mine and only mine!
Chapter Three - The Nightmare of the Past
Bella's POV
I was back at Phoenix, in Phil’s house. I sat in my room, the sun streamed through the window as I lay on my stomach reading Romeo and Juliet for the hundredth time. I was reading happily, although my brain didn’t seem to be processing any of the words or story. I suddenly tensed; the sound of shouting came from under my floor boards. I flung my book onto my bed and jumped up to my door. Tugging it open I fled out of my room and ran. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, but they twisted and turned. It seemed to take forever until I was downstairs. But once I reached the bottom, there were five doors, all identical in every way. I panted for breath and strained to hear the shouting once more. Suddenly a door slammed shut and it vibrated the whole house. When all was still, I strained to hear something that would guide me to the right door. And I heard it, a muffled sound of someone crying. I headed to the third door and hurled it open.
A sudden bright light blinded me for a moment, squinting I walked into the warm room. It was the kitchen, I paused, wondering where the crying was coming from, over to the right was a small teenage girl curled in a small ball, rocking back and forth in a constantly. Her long brown hair was draped over her face; I cautiously walked forward to her. She tensed when they heard my movement, "It’s okay," I said soothingly, "Tell me what happened." I continued to walk forward slowly until I was in front of her; slowly I reached toward them, brushing her away from her face. She caught my hand before I saw what she looked like, and spoke hoarsely, "He hit her. He wouldn’t stop shouting. I tried to stop him from hitting her, but then he turned on me. He pushed me out of the way, called me a bitch. I screamed at him, swearing, but then he said it wasn’t nice to swear to adults. He said he wanted to teach me a lesson."
"What did he do?" I asked, trying to usher the information out of her. She looked up; her dark brown hair fell away from her face. She was pale, with a heart shaped face, a narrow jaw and large forehead. Her large chocolate brown stared at me, full of fear. I gazed at her, on her right cheek, was a large bruise. I gazed at the girl, the girl who was me. “He hit me.” I said without thinking, and started to breathe heavily. Her lip curled and suddenly she disappeared and the house started to shake again, Phil’s voice echoed around me, "I’ll teach you a lesson you back talking little cow!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet. But was knocked back to the ground with the shaking of the house, "Get away you bastard, get away! Don’t you touch me" I screamed and tried to get away from his echoing voice...
Panting I woke up, and searched for my light, once it flicked on I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. That had been one hell of a nightmare. But it had all happened, not exactly like that, but the facts about Phil hitting mum, me screaming at him and him turning on me was all correct. I sighed; I needed to get my act together. Slowly I crept back into bed and flicked the light off. Hoping my dreams wouldn’t swallow me up again...
Author: i_love_buttons
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Bella (All Human)
All Characters Belong to SM, they're hers and not mine! I'm not taking any credit for her work!
However the plot is mine and only mine!
Chapter Three - The Nightmare of the Past
Bella's POV
I was back at Phoenix, in Phil’s house. I sat in my room, the sun streamed through the window as I lay on my stomach reading Romeo and Juliet for the hundredth time. I was reading happily, although my brain didn’t seem to be processing any of the words or story. I suddenly tensed; the sound of shouting came from under my floor boards. I flung my book onto my bed and jumped up to my door. Tugging it open I fled out of my room and ran. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, but they twisted and turned. It seemed to take forever until I was downstairs. But once I reached the bottom, there were five doors, all identical in every way. I panted for breath and strained to hear the shouting once more. Suddenly a door slammed shut and it vibrated the whole house. When all was still, I strained to hear something that would guide me to the right door. And I heard it, a muffled sound of someone crying. I headed to the third door and hurled it open.
A sudden bright light blinded me for a moment, squinting I walked into the warm room. It was the kitchen, I paused, wondering where the crying was coming from, over to the right was a small teenage girl curled in a small ball, rocking back and forth in a constantly. Her long brown hair was draped over her face; I cautiously walked forward to her. She tensed when they heard my movement, "It’s okay," I said soothingly, "Tell me what happened." I continued to walk forward slowly until I was in front of her; slowly I reached toward them, brushing her away from her face. She caught my hand before I saw what she looked like, and spoke hoarsely, "He hit her. He wouldn’t stop shouting. I tried to stop him from hitting her, but then he turned on me. He pushed me out of the way, called me a bitch. I screamed at him, swearing, but then he said it wasn’t nice to swear to adults. He said he wanted to teach me a lesson."
"What did he do?" I asked, trying to usher the information out of her. She looked up; her dark brown hair fell away from her face. She was pale, with a heart shaped face, a narrow jaw and large forehead. Her large chocolate brown stared at me, full of fear. I gazed at her, on her right cheek, was a large bruise. I gazed at the girl, the girl who was me. “He hit me.” I said without thinking, and started to breathe heavily. Her lip curled and suddenly she disappeared and the house started to shake again, Phil’s voice echoed around me, "I’ll teach you a lesson you back talking little cow!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet. But was knocked back to the ground with the shaking of the house, "Get away you bastard, get away! Don’t you touch me" I screamed and tried to get away from his echoing voice...
Panting I woke up, and searched for my light, once it flicked on I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. That had been one hell of a nightmare. But it had all happened, not exactly like that, but the facts about Phil hitting mum, me screaming at him and him turning on me was all correct. I sighed; I needed to get my act together. Slowly I crept back into bed and flicked the light off. Hoping my dreams wouldn’t swallow me up again...